Masturbating in front of a mirror

 

I’ve discovered how erotic it can be watching myself masturbating using a mirror.  Placing a mirror in the right place is important so a clear view of my most intimate areas.  Sexually turned on by the sight of my own body?  Yes.

 

 

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Fetish Flash

Summer break, a day at a concert with friends,  forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal.   I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences.  Imagine  how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the

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very thing that excited me.   I  still masturbate  while remembering the details being naked in  public,  many times during an outing to a concert at a high profile stadium in Denver.  A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin  for the summer, staying a few days in ….  I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination.  Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We  jumped at the invitation to spend the day  for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off  Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levi cut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full  package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse.  I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating.  The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally.     Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides.  My attempts to get more coverage out of the  daisy dukes cutoff jeans by wearing them lower on my waist failed.  I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats.  I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies.  A  fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over,  drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation .     I was a closet  exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth.  My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal  twilight zone.   

Mile High Flash

Summer break, a day at a concert with friends,  forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal.   I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences.  Imagine  how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the

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masturbating while tantalizing about exposure

very thing that excited me.   I  still masturbate  while remembering the details being naked in  public,  many times during an outing to a concert at a high-profile stadium in Denver.  A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin  for the summer, staying a few days in ….  I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination.  Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We  jumped at the invitation to spend the day  for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off  Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levi cut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full  package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse.  I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating.  The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally.     Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides.  My attempts to get more coverage out of the  daisy dukes cutoff jeans by wearing them lower on my waist failed.  I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats.  I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies.  A  fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over,  drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation .     I was a closet  exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth.  My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal  twilight zone.   

 

Passion Play

All models that pose nude for Art will tell you arousal never happens.  The rigors of staying motionless for long periods of time prevent it.   The art student will tell you the model never did.  Then there is a occasional story of one model who got half hard for a brief moment.  My years posing nude  were completely opposite. 

Friends would  talk of the nude model they were drawing in class, how difficult it was to get right, the foreshortening.  I was not interested in their chatter about drawing techniques.  I was more curious about the model being totally naked.  What it might be like posing nude.  I was shy and awkward, but, I really wanted to do this.  I was sure I could never share this with anyone I knew.  I would not know how to respond to the “why?”  question.  For now,  I would keep it  to myself.  

This is what happened  when I started as a model for life drawing classes. After submitting my application at a local university I was surprised to get a call to work in 3 hours. I was not ready to get up on stage naked, I thought, in a week or two. I was going to the gym and practicing poses and trimming back my pubic hair. The anticipation, the excitement, I excepted the booking and then a little nervous. I had never been to a drawing session so I was charting new territory and did not know what to expect. I was greeted by the TA who was so nice and informative, she showed me to models dressing room after introducing my to the class. The studio was full with art students and drawing supplies ready and waiting for me to take off my clothes. I counted 25 students, and from then on all eyes were on me, and I could see some students were sizing my body up . I was getting naked . I heard the TA call me to the stage. Lets get started with gesture poses. This was the moment I fantasized about over and over. Exposing myself in a public setting and getting paid to do it. I masturbated many times to the thought of stepping on a stage totally naked . Now I was seconds from walking out into the studio. I opened the door and everyone watched as I made my way to the middle of the room all I could feel was the cool evening air on the parts of my body that were normally covered. This was more stimulating than I expected , it did not take more than a minute.  I had quickly developed a full erection that was surging furiously and as my heart rate increased I could feel the lurching and jumping of my erect penis in pace with my heart beat. Even though I was blushing and was embarrassed, I continued to pose, never had I experienced  such a fullness in my groin putting pressure on my pubis with each throb.  Unprecedented  I am worried I might be fired after one class.  . I got the sense my style was unusual when  the studio with multiple ongoing conversations and laughter suddenly fell silent. Just the sound of charcoal to paper, someone dropping a pencil,  students whispers.  The drawing continued the studio, so quiet, even the TA was whispering .  Would be asked to return for more bookings?   Had I crossed the line?   I felt pre-cum flood my urethra.  I  wiped the tip of my penis  trying to do it discretely. When the last pose ended I stepped off the stage , erection bouncing with rigidity .   I felt awkward ,   like I was in a cloud.    Closing the dressing room  door behind me,  instantly   I  began stroking  my swollen member,  using my slippery pre-cum as a lube. I was in my own world masturbating after 3 hours of sexual energy building up. With class ending students crowded the  sinks that  were next to the room I was in. Any sounds from my activity I assumed  were drowned out by students no longer whispering. I came so hard.  All but a few students had left and I had not even started to get dress.  The TA walks up to the door and asked to meet her at her desk when I was finished dressing.    Studio Resources to book some dates.

Orgasm by Humiliation

Typically I avoid driving during rush hour, but today was different.  The  drive was not a long one,  but likely to be a slow crawl, even the bumper to bumper almost gridlock near downtown I excepted.  Artist’s  are always in need of live models draped and non-draped. (Non-draped only )is indicated in my profile in Studio Resources.  Driven by a desire to put myself in scenarios  that were once  only of wet dreams and  masturbation fantasies     I daydream of recent  experiences  in the idle time.  Upon exiting the freeway  I began to feel a nervous arousal,  a stirring inside,  knowing I would be totally naked on display in a matter of minutes.   I derive so much enjoyment from this it is amazing to me.  I think about how the groups I pose for and what they think of me.  The special times when the noisy restless atmosphere of the studio suddenly goes quiet when a twitch at first then my scrotum rolls  tight.   A intense throbbing persists pushing harder.  Only whispers I hear once all are aware of what was happening on stage.   I close my eyes feelings of humiliation seem to add fuel to the fire.  I deal with that, motionless for minute after minute under the bright warm lights.  I want this to last.  Not everyone that reads my story will understand. I  know some will.

I expose myself in a way, so revealing, providing most of those present with a clear view.  Ij am blushing with feelings of humiliation as I set myself up for when  arousal happens it would be impossible to settle down. In few minutes with no place to hide the classroom becomes quiet. So quiet, I was sure everyone could hear my heart  pumping strong. I held the pose even though I could feel my penis , swelling and pushing in length,  head engorged more than ever.  Pre-cum flooded my urethra , pooling,  shimmering in the light as it flowed from the tip.  I stayed in the pose ,   opening my eyes to see all eyes studying my body , the witnesses of my deviance.  Around me , whispers , quiet chatter, full attention .  My entire body felt of pins and needles times ten when the first release of hot semen shot up landing on my shoulder, then chest,  repeatedly , never had I experienced such glorious pleasure.  I had not a concern what I would do after I ejaculated on myself in class on stage .  An awkwardness feeling about  my sexuality.

Watching Him ~ The Kinky Kingdom

WATCHING HIM
There’s a new man that’s moved in next door, I saw the moving trucks pulled up the

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I could not take my eyes of his erection.

bit surprised the first night he moved in and I looked over and saw him masturbating, clear as anything with porn on his t.v.

I stood there amusedly watching him stroke his cock up and down, he hadn’t a clue I was watching him. I could see he was watching some lesbian porn and very much enjoying it. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and it was playing on a fairly large screen that he’d already hung on the wall. I had my own bedroom lights turned off, so there was no light to show I was there watching and I saw him get out his lube and rub it up and down his hard shaft, which looked to be rather on the large side and I wondered what that cock would feel like inside of me.

He seemed to masturbate a lot, since this watching porn and rubbing his cock seemed to be a nearly nightly occurrence for him. I was starting to get to know his routine, the time he’d begin to masturbate before bed, how he liked to touch himself. I would get aroused myself watching him, and would take my clothes off before he began and start to touch myself at the same time once he would. I was doing just this when he happened to look over and even though my lights were out, it was as if he was staring right at me, like he knew I was watching him. He couldn’t see me, I was sure of it, but I knew he knew I was watching. He went over to the window and opened it, I could hear the porn noises wafting over through his open window through to mine, and I could even hear him moaning as well.

He knew I was watching him and he obviously was encouraging it by opening the window so I could hear as well as see. I felt very naughty being a voyeur like this, yet it was sexy and I knew he didn’t mind, I guess he was a bit of an exhibitionist to enjoy being watched like this. I was a bit shocked the next morning when half tucked under my doormat was a note asking me to come over tonight and watch up close. His door was unlocked and opened a crack when I went over and I could hear the porn music when I walked in and up the stairs and there he was jerking away. He sat on the bed and smiled when I walked in, like he hadn’t a doubt I’d show. I stood in front of him and watched him masturbate, and it wasn’t long until he blew his load and then he told me it was my turn. I undressed and sat in a chair in front of him and put my legs over the sides and rubbed my pussy for him and was so turned on as he watched me. It wasn’t long until I came very hard. It’s always fun getting to know the new neighbors.

via Watching Him ~ The Kinky Kingdom.

Flashing Erection

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Sometimes I have to hold the pose under any circumstance

Sometimes I have to hold the pose under any circumstance

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